Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Get Your Hands Off My Brother, You Fuck

Guinevere didn’t answer.

Maddox immediately tried to grab her, but she moved in a blur of gold and his arms closed around air.

"Guinevere. Come here. Now."

CLICK. CLICK.

Every torch in the room died at once along with her glow. Darkness swallowed the chamber whole.

Silence.

For three seconds, nobody breathed.

CLINK.

WHOOSH.

Torches erupted in a millisecond flash before the chamber went into pitch darkness again. That flash of light revealed an empty room and Kael sitting on the floor bewildered. No coins.

He scrambled to his feet.

CLICK. CLICK.

Sterling’s cuff vibrated on his wrist. It lit gold.

WHOOSH.

Another flash. Shorter, but enough to reveal rows of figures; their bodies were human, but their heads were blank, like mannequins. The nearest one leaned into Kael, hovering inches from his face.

"Oh, hell no." He opened both palms and let flame flow. The thing should have been set on fire, but his flame met nothing. "What the..."

"Sterling?" Guinevere called, confused and disoriented. A second ago she was at the top of some stairs. She blinked. Now she stood in pitch black.

"Gwen. Don’t move. I’m coming," Maddox, Sterling, and Kael called at the same time.

Her mind was reeling: When did Maddox and Kael get here? Where is here?

Something clamped around her ankle and yanked. She hit the ground, hard enough to knock the wind out of her. It dragged her as she fought for air.

Her first full breath came out as a scream, every nerve in her body firing at once.

Broken matebond or not, Maddox felt her terror like it was his own, and he would die before he let anything happen to her.

"GUINEVERE!"

He sprinted towards the sound of her scream, drawing the blade she’d given him. It flared gold, but Kael, flanking him, could only manage a dim glow of flame in his fists.

"The dark is eating our fire," Kael called. "This is some next-level nightmare fuel bullshit, Wolf Girl."

CRACK.

The sound came from above. Dust and pebbles poured down like rain, bouncing off their shoulders.

From the opposite side of the chamber, Sterling was also running with barely-visible flame in one hand. But his cuff was blazing bright, untouched by the darkness, pulling him towards her.

Guinevere reached for her flame. Nothing. Fantastic. The second time now in a life-or-death moment that it wouldn’t come. The whole reason she’d gone to the library today was to understand it better.

Whispers echoed in the chamber, interrupting her thoughts.

"Little vessel, don’t you cry,

Your mother screamed the same goodbye."

"Count the daughters, one by one,

Stolen before the rising sun."

"GUINEVERE!" Maddox roared louder, his voice drowning out the noise. "Cover your head and keep calling for me."

Guinevere tried to answer, but all she could get out was wheezes. Dust had her lungs, dead hands had her legs, and panic had her mind.

In through the nose. Out through the mouth. One. Two. Three.

Her ribs unlocked.

Four.

Five.

She inhaled sharply. More air than before. Enough.

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